 There's some men live there. They rented it from Wilson. They pretend to be scientists doing research, but they're... I know, I know. They're crooks, ma'am. They're making dynamite and burglar tools for more crooks. Well, in some way, the nitroglycerin they're making got into the chicken's drinking water and tainted the eggs. I've already deduced that meself, ma'am. So this morning when the eggs were delivered to Bleeker's grocery in New York, Bleeker called Farmer Wilson on the telephone and complained. Ah.